Mrs. Sheng calmly met Sheng Jianan's gaze: "Jianan? What's the matter with you?"
Sheng Jianan slowly withdrew his gaze: "Since you don't know, let it be. I have something to do, I'll leave first."
Before Sheng Jianan reached the study door, Mrs. Sheng suddenly said sharply: "Stop right there."
Mrs. Sheng walked over to Sheng Jianan and stood by his side. Since Mr. Sheng passed away, her status in the Sheng Family had obviously risen significantly. Without the old man above her and with her son rarely coming home, as for Mr. Sheng, he was inherently weak. You could say that now the Sheng Family's old house was entirely under her control.
Over these three years, her temper had also grown. Now facing Sheng Jianan, she carried a bit of an imposing aura: "Jianan, you hurried back to question me, and now you're eager to leave. What do you mean by this? Don't tell me you think Tang Yanqi's car accident has something to do with me?"
